"Well, if there are, they are most likely chained up. We must risk something.
"Well, here goes. If you don't like it, Wharton, you can stay behind."
So saying, he put his hockey stick between his teeth, and then proceeded to climb up the wall, by means of the ivy.
The wall was but nine feet high and, as soon as he gained the top, Bob said:
"Come on, you fellows. I am going to drop down."
In two minutes he was joined by the other three.
"There is a path, just beyond," Bob said; "let us go by that. Don't you fellows say a word. As Wharton says, there may be some dogs about."
Quietly they stole along the path, which ran parallel to the road, until it turned off at right angles.
"Now, the first tree that grows against the wall we will get over by," Bob whispered.
After going twenty yards, he stopped.